Chapter 112: Outnumbered (Please Subscribe)

In a residential building on Portland Street, this is where Ben Shu of Dongxing has his temporary foothold.

Come to think of it, the living environment of a triad Big Brother is really not as luxurious as one might imagine.

Even though they are not short of money, the places they choose to live are always rather "plain and unadorned."

Being able to live openly in a high-end apartment is already considered quite good; more often than not, they live in ordinary residential buildings.

There is no help for it; the money in their hands simply cannot see the light of day.

Even if a portion is laundered clean, it cannot withstand being Zha!

It is fine when nothing happens, but once the police want to target them, it is simply a matter of catching them every time.

The better the house, the more miserable they are when they are finally taken down.

This is still considered the better scenario, as the police still have to provide evidence when doing things.

But once a triad Big Brother accidentally meets their end, the first ones to make a move are often the brothers within the triad.

Not only the money, but even the house will be scraped clean.

If there is no legitimate business of sufficient weight to provide a foundation or act as a deterrent, buying a nice house carries the risk of giving it away for nothing.

Of course, a so-called residence is really just a place to sleep at night, much like a hotel, and they do not even return every night.

Unless they are like Dalao B, who is married with children, the living environment is only slightly better.

Even so, they must keep their home address firmly hidden; if one is not a trusted confidant, they simply would not know it.

In fact, given Ben Shu of Dongxing's age, he could completely retire and live out his old age.

With his seniority and the money he has accumulated, he could be a leisurely wealthy man over in the Netherlands.

Clearly, he still has ambition and is not willing to just leave the stage of Hong Kong like this.

In fact, whether in the movie or the comic, he waited for the opportunity for Dragon Head Luotuo to meet his end.

Unfortunately, Ben Shu's strength was average, and he only served as a transitional Dragon Head for a short time before being driven out by the young, vigorous faction.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room is quite heavy, with smoke swirling like a fairyland.

Shamu, the Jinmao Hu of the Dongxing Five Tigers, and Kele, Ben Shu's number one fighter, are both present, sitting there in silent speechlessness, one smoking and the other lost in thought.

"Speak up, what exactly is going on?"

Ben Shu snuffed out his cigarette butt and looked sharply at Jinmao Hu; the actual management of the underground boxing ring is all Shamu's responsibility, so naturally, he must be asked now that a change has occurred.

The Dongxing brand is still very useful!

Coupled with the fact that Ben Shu already has experience and connections, the profits were quite good after the underground boxing ring was set up.

But in the last few days, the profits of the underground boxing ring have plummeted, so naturally, a big problem has occurred.

"There are fighters from Hongxing causing trouble!"

Shamu said concisely: "That guy Jing Kun is personally sitting in command, clearly here to look for trouble!"

"Could it be that Jing Kun dares to go head-to-head with us and directly call for a large-scale confrontation?"

Ben Shu frowned slightly and asked curiously: "That shouldn't be, Jing Kun isn't that brave!"

"No, he is sending his fighters to the ring!"

Shamu shook his head and said: "They are all acting according to the rules of the underground boxing ring, with no other excessive actions!"

"Then there is nothing to worry about!"

Ben Shu said in confusion: "Since the Hongxing fighters are entering the ring according to the rules, we should just take them on!"

"The key is that those Hongxing fighters are quite capable of fighting!"

Shamu's expression became somewhat ugly, and he gritted his teeth: "Almost none of the fighters you hired before, Ben Shu, are opponents of those Hongxing fighters; most of our profits have been directly earned by Jing Kun!"

The underground boxing ring makes money by relying on opening betting odds and earning big by manipulating the outcome of the matches.

But now that there are tough guys in the ring, and they are Hongxing fighters, it is clearly impossible to play the trick of manipulating matches.

The audience is not really stupid; if things go wrong, the consequences are quite serious.

There is no other way, so they can only fight hard matches, comparing the true combat strength of the contestants in the ring.

Clearly, the Hongxing fighters are really exceptionally good at fighting, and Shamu is also depressed to death!

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Ben Shu clearly did not quite believe it: "Could it be other powerful Red Poles or famous big shots from Hongxing's other branches?"

"None of them, they are all fresh faces!"

Shamu said gloomily: "There are a full dozen or so, and I don't even know where they popped out from!"

"Has Kele gone up?"

Ben Shu looked at Kele, who had been silent, and said in a deep voice: "With Kele's strength, there shouldn't be any problem defeating them, right?"

"Ben Shu, I can only deal with three people at most!"

Kele said with a bitter smile: "After fighting three people in a row, I have no stamina left!"

As he spoke, he pulled up his crew-neck T-shirt, immediately revealing a chest and abdomen covered in blue and purple bruises, which made even Ben Shu gasp.

"Is it that hard to fight?"

It is not as if Ben Shu does not know Kele's strength; clearly, Kele also fought quite strenuously.

"The strength of these Hongxing fighters is indeed quite extraordinary!"

Kele put down his T-shirt and said with a heavy expression: "The most critical thing is that the few I fought against were particularly resistant to beatings; I don't know what is going on at all."

Seeing Ben Shu's look of confusion, he explained with a bitter smile: "With my punching power, even the best-fighting Red Pole from Hongxing couldn't take a few hits, but these few guys who suddenly appeared were actually able to withstand it!"

"Although they no longer had the strength to fight, they were able to take the initiative to admit defeat and leave the ring!"

"After fighting three such capable fighters in a row, I really couldn't take it anymore!"

At this time, Shamu added: "Without Kele, the underground boxing ring has been occupied by Hongxing fighters!"

The rest of the words were not spoken, but Ben Shu knew it in his heart.

The reason the underground boxing ring can attract spectators to invest real money is precisely because of the exciting and thrilling matches, isn't it?

Once the boxing ring is monopolized by Hongxing fighters, what kind of excitement could there possibly be left?

"Hmph, it looks like Jing Kun is determined to have us!"

Ben Shu reacted immediately and said coldly, "I want to see where he gets his confidence from!"

After speaking, he said to Shamu and Kele, "Let's go meet this guy together!"

If there is a chance for reconciliation, that would naturally be best; if we can't come to an agreement, then we'll just have to fight it out fiercely.

Ben Shu really didn't expect to encounter such a troublesome matter just after making a comeback.

Since when did Jing Kun become so brave?

This is the part he finds most difficult to understand; the gap between this and the personality of this guy in his impression is a bit large.

Shamu and Kele nodded in unison; they didn't have so many complicated thoughts.

At worst, they could just withdraw from Portland Street; they all had retreats, so naturally, they didn't feel that much pressure in their hearts.

That evening, at the warehouse where the underground boxing ring, which was already showing signs of decline, was located, Ben Shu saw Jing Kun, who had a look of smugness on his face, along with the fighters by his side who all had fierce auras.

He couldn't help but take a few extra looks; just judging from their appearance, he knew they were not ordinary fighters.

Looking at their attitude toward Jing Kun, it wasn't the posture of treating their own Big Brother, yet they still maintained enough respect; clearly, they were truly fighters of the Hongxing Society.

This is not easy to handle!

Originally, he thought it was just a group of experts Jing Kun had borrowed from somewhere temporarily; now it seems that is not the case at all, damn it.

"Jing Kun, what do you mean by this?"

On Ben Shu's side, Shamu brought over a hundred fighter Underlings, and Kele also brought dozens of capable Underlings, following Ben Shu aggressively to the front of Jing Kun's group.

Jing Kun naturally also brought enough Underlings out, and he even had more than ten elite fighters borrowed from Shanghai Street, so he was naturally fearless.

"Yo, Ben Shu, are you already so flustered and unable to take it?"

Jing Kun sat still and just teased with a smile: "Isn't it obvious? I don't welcome you appearing on Portland Street; it's just that simple!"

"Are you trying to start a war with Dongxing directly?"

Ben Shu's eyes turned cold, and he sternly rebuked: "I just don't know if you can bear such responsibility?"

As soon as the words fell, Shamu and Kele, leading their Underlings, took a step forward in unison, saying with a great sense of oppression.

The Hongxing fighters naturally refused to be outdone; led by more than ten Shanghai Street fighters, they held their heads high and chests out, pushing forward one by one with an unruly air, almost chest-to-chest and face-to-face.

They kept shouting: "What, want to fight? If you have the ability, just do it!"

The leading Shanghai Street fighter didn't shout anything, but their gazes turned toward Kele in unison; the coldness and mockery in their eyes made Kele feel a chill in his heart.

Damn, how do the demeanor and temperament of these guys look so much like that guy Zhang Yong from Tongcai Street?

"Ben Shu, you are a senior!"

At this time, Jing Kun stood up slowly, stared at Ben Shu, and sneered: "I call you Uncle out of respect, but that is not your capital to rely on your age to bully others!"

"You old thing better think it through; once you start, there will be no room for maneuver!"

"I just don't know, if I detain you old guy in Portland Street, will Luotuo come forward to bail you out?"

"How I do things is not for a junior like you, Jing Kun, to point fingers at!"

Ben Shu was so angry that his face turned livid, and his whole body was surrounded by low pressure; he was clearly on the verge of exploding.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense to the extreme; if things went wrong, it could be a massive brawl involving hundreds of people.

This scene, in the eyes of the few spectators, not only did not make them feel fearful and leave, but instead, they watched the good show with excitement on their faces.

In the corner of the warehouse, a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby figure and a somewhat lecherous appearance was pulling hard on a young woman with an androgynous look, begging bitterly: "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, you must not be impulsive!"

"Dad, this is a direct collision between two Big Brothers of Hongxing and Dongxing!"

The androgynous girl named Xiaoxiao said excitedly: "If things go wrong, there will be a gang fight; the Mong Kok underworld hasn't seen such an explosive event in a long time!"

"Dad, why did Brother Kun only bring over a hundred thugs? Where are the other Underlings?"

"Are you stupid!"

The lecherous middle-aged man glared at his daughter and said amusingly: "There are so many societies in Portland Street; if Brother Kun dared to mobilize a large number of people, what would the other Big Brothers of the societies think?"

The androgynous young woman suddenly realized, nodded, and smiled: "Dad, you're right; Brother Kun really can't mobilize too many people, otherwise it might cause a massive brawl in Portland Street!"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the warehouse where the underground boxing ring was located.

Whether it was the lecherous middle-aged father and daughter, the sparse spectators, or the two groups of people in a tense standoff, all cast their gazes over.

"Haha, Brother Kun, I'm not late, am I!"

Wu Feng's number one fighter, Tongcai Street Red Pole Zhang Yong, walked over aggressively with more than two hundred Underlings.

The key point was that more than half of the Underlings he brought were wearing yellow jackets representing food delivery workers.

(End of this chapter)